*Notes on the translation. These are flawed and imperfect imitations of ideal form. The original poems are from 1981 in La Cifra.

"The fate of a writer is very strange. At the beginning he is Baroque: insolently Baroque; after long years he may attain, if the stars are auspicious, not simplicity, which is meaningless, but a shy and secret complexity.”

Jorge Luis Borges.
I found the preceding quotation in the following interesting essay, written by Maria Kodama, Borges' widow.